On a journey six biological staff went to conquer the infested rocks.
Conquer the infested rocks. Thacher Island was the name of the place they
found the population.
Wait a minute; stop the frame. Where are all the turns; the Common, the Arctic, the Roseate?
They used to live here about 50 years ago. All I see now are the big Herring and Black
Back Gulls. Do you see them? They've overpopulated the island. It's
a story something like the Lorax.
The terns lived on this island. They called it home.
They foraged for their brood and watched their young grow.
At the turn of the 19th century, big-feathered hats were all the rage.
It was the Millinery Trade. They were selected for their elegant plumage and the populations
began to fade.
While the populations were weak, another pressure came onto the screen. In the 70's a new
regulation unlike what others had seen required open landfills to be sealed, which was previously
Gulls feed. The Gulls inflated numbers fled the trash heaps, they found Thacher Island,
and they made the terns leave.
Their population expanded, reaching thousands upon more; Black Backs inland and Herring
Gulls down by the shore. But don't you fret the story has not ended
yet. What? There's more to come?
Indeed, with bravery and dedication biologists scamper the rocks, it is a mere poke in the
yolk that brings the growing gull to a stop.
The goal here is to restore the terns, we have high hopes and we have much to learn.
The tern populations may return to their native place, the journey will be long but our stewardship
is vital and may be their saving grace.
In the name of wildlife and revival they braved the gulls. Braved the Gulls.